Birth date: Dec 17, 1949 Death date: Aug 3, 2020
Richard H. Reeves died peacefully in his sleep, August 3rd. Richie is survived by his loving family: his son, Thomas Reeves, his daughter, Rachael Reeves, her husband Sean McCloskey, their son, Declan McCloskey, and Richie’s best Read Obituary
My deepest sympathy for all the Reeves family. I remember well Richard bring his hand crank ice cream maker to my house so that all the kids would learn how to make the most delicious ice cream. He was ever so patient and looked at the world with wonder and love.
So very sorry to hear about Richard. He had a gentle and happy spirit.
I'll always remember having my first drink of sake with him at some long ago birthday party. We were at the "bad" table. So bad I can't remember whose birthday it was! But I remember his grin as he refilled our glasses.
Jane Cope
Frank Terzino
Dear Marylou, Tom, Rachael and Sean,
I'm so very sorry for the loss of Richie. You're all in my thoughts and heart.
Much love.
Prayers for Rich and his family! We only knew Ruch a few years but always a friendly smile! Saddened by his passing!
Eileen and Paul Kraeger
I met Richard and Mary Lou when I got the opportunity to coach their son Tommy in basketball at St. Clements CYO. He was a great supporter of our team and program. He was always there when I needed help with the team or the entire CYO program. He was just a "down to earth human being". He was a coach's parent.
Thanks Richard.....and make sure they are running the CYO basketball program up in heaven the way we both know how it should run. God rest your soul and keep watch on us.
John Boylan
Actually, Richard was born in Glendale. He lived there until 1950, when the family moved to Lakewood. In 1963 we moved to East Whittier, then to La Habra in 1967. After high school, Richard and I shared one of the defining times of our young lives when we spent the summer driving up to Canada and back while camping out in my Dodge van. This is the van that I later sold to him that some of you remember. I had bought the van new in 1969 hoping for just such a trip, and I had added paneling, insulation, carpeting and curtains. Two young hippies didn't need much more (we had more, but we kept it stashed), and we had the adventure of our lives as we aimlessly wandered to Canada and back. We only had one cent left when we got home, but the memories have lasted forever.
Uncle Richard was the one to take me for rides in his old Dodge van. There was an Asian style rug on top of the engine which was located between the front seats and that was where I would sit. When I would visit Grandmas house Richard could be found doing one of three things, reading, cooking or landscaping the yard. All three of these things I also love to do. Later he would move out to the coast and had his “beach bum” years. I will miss our long phone conversations and how much he reminded me of my dad.
Jim and I are sending our deepest condolences to all of Richie's loved ones.
Richie was my go to friend when I needed advice or names of plants. His knowledge of native plants, when and where to plant was immense. His garden was a proof of his love and care.
Talking with Richie we could touch on many different subjects, be it books, cars, drinks, food, you name it.
Dear Richie, may you now look down on your beloved California and rest without pain but in peace.
Gaby and Jim
